Dark Fang University: Crown of the Lost Vampire

Noana’s Point of View  “Can you please pass this to Miss Diman?” our class president said as she placed a thick stack of papers on my desk. “I’m going to attend a meeting regarding our upcoming feast.” “Sure,” I replied, forcing a wide smile. She stared at me for a second, her lips curling in clear disgust, as if I had personally offended her just by existing. “Thank you,” she muttered before turning away and leaving the room. I watched her retreating back before letting out a slow breath. My smile faded as soon as she was gone. I glanced down at the papers resting neatly on my desk and sighed. I never liked going to the teachers’ office. Every time I went there, it felt like I was being examined—like I didn’t belong and they were just waiting to find a reason to send me away. All I really wanted was to go home, crawl into bed, and rest. I sighed again, longer this time, before finally packing my things. I placed my notebook inside my worn bag, carefully folded my papers, and stood up. The chair scraped softly against the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet room. That was when I realized just how quiet it was. I looked around the classroom and froze. I was the only one left. Every seat was empty, every voice gone. It seemed like everyone rushed out the moment the bell rang, leaving the room behind like it meant nothing to them. My eyes wandered across the mess they left behind. Trash was scattered everywhere—crumpled papers, empty wrappers, broken pens. Chairs were pushed aside carelessly, tables uneven and misaligned. Some books were left open, pages bent and corners torn. I felt a tight squeeze in my chest. I felt bad for the janitors. I couldn’t believe these were the same students everyone admired—the so-called elites. The sons and daughters of powerful families. People who had everything handed to them. And yet, they couldn’t even clean up after themselves. I placed my bag and the papers back on my table and rolled up my sleeves. If no one else would do it, then I would. I started by sweeping the floor, gathering the trash into small piles. The broom felt heavy in my hands, but I didn’t mind. Then I straightened the chairs one by one, aligning them properly. I picked up scattered books and returned them to the shelf, arranging them neatly. My name is Noana Sinclaire. I’m one of the lucky students who received a scholarship to enroll in Dark Fang University. A university known for its prestige, power, and exclusivity. Almost everyone here comes from wealth—families with influence, money, and names people recognize. I don’t have any of that. I know I don’t belong here. I see it in the way people look at me. I hear it in the whispers. I feel it in every room I enter. But I don’t care. This university is my stepping stone. This is the first step toward my dream. Toward a future where I can stand on my own, work as a professional, and prove—to myself more than anyone—that I deserve to be here. People say that once you graduate from Dark Fang University, you’re already qualified for a job. Maybe it’s because of the strict training, or maybe it’s because of the connections. Even the facilities are unbelievable—advanced, modern, and intimidating. Sometimes, just walking through the halls makes me feel small. After several minutes, I finally finished cleaning the classroom. The room looked peaceful again, almost untouched. I returned to my seat, picked up my bag, and hugged the papers the class president asked me to deliver. Then I stepped outside. The corridor felt strangely empty. The usual chatter, laughter, and hurried footsteps were gone. Only a few students remained, walking in small groups or alone. The walls stretched endlessly, lined with tall windows and polished floors that reflected the dimming light. This university is huge—so huge that I don’t even know how many hectares it covers. Sometimes it feels like a city on its own. “Noana!” I was distracted by my surroundings when I heard someone call my name from behind. The voice was familiar—warm and bright. I turned around immediately and saw Diana. My beautiful friend. She was one of the elites and a famous one at that. People noticed her wherever she went. I still didn’t understand why she chose to be friends with someone like me. “Diana!” I called back and hugged her tightly. “Oh my God, I’m really sorry I’m late,” she said, her eyes wide and apologetic. “I got held up.” I pulled back slightly and smiled at her. She was breathtaking, as always. Brown eyes that sparkled, a small delicate face framed by soft hair, thick lashes, perfect eyebrows. Her cheeks were naturally rosy, and her lips always looked soft. “It’s fine,” I said as I started walking. “You don’t have to worry. I should be the one apologizing.” “What?” she asked, instantly concerned. “What do you mean? Did something happen? Tell me. Let me help.” She was always like this. Ever since we became friends, she acted like my guardian. She defended me when others looked down on me and stood beside me whenever I doubted myself. “It’s not what you think,” I chuckled softly. “I just need to pass these papers to our teacher. The class president asked me to.” She sighed in relief and clung to my arm. “I thought something bad happened to you. You scared me.” She paused before pulling me gently. “Come on. We need to hurry. It’s getting dark, and I don’t want tita-mama to worry.” I smiled and let her lead me. Diana calls my mom tita-mama. She says my mom is her mom too because we’re sisters now. I don’t really know about that. I’m way too poor to be her sister—but I don’t say it out loud. We walked toward the teachers’ faculty, our footsteps echoing softly. Something felt off. The campus felt… empty. The cafeteria lights were dim. The grounds were quiet. Even the air felt heavier than usual. I glanced at Diana, who was happily pulling me along. “Where is everyone?” I asked. She turned back and smiled. “They all went home.” I frowned slightly. In the four months I’ve been studying here, I’ve never seen something like this. Students leaving early? That never happens. Dark Fang University is always alive, even at night but it wasn’t my business. A few minutes later, we handed over the papers. As soon as we were done, Diana grabbed my hand again and dragged me toward the parking lot. “Whoa, relax,” I laughed. “We need to get out of here,” she said, her voice suddenly serious. My smile faded. I frowned at her words. “What’s going on?” I asked. And for the first time since I met her, Diana didn’t answer right away.